Taylor Swift imagines▪️GXG▪️

I'm here, and I'm never leaving

(Tw: abuse. I just wanna say that abuse Isn't always physical, and verbal abuse hurts just as much. Anyone who has gone through or is going through verbal abuse, what they say isn't and will never be true. My PMs r always welcome and open, for anyone anytime)

Y/n pov

16 years ago....

"Y/n!!", My mom yelled from downstairs. "yes?", I asked from the top of the stairs, "Come down now.", She angrily said so I obliged. Here we go again. "What?", I kindly asked, a hint of fear toned my question. "you broke this!", she pointed at the broken porcelain on the fireplace floor. "Oh, I didn't know that I broke it, I thought I just accidentally hit it. Here, I'll help you fix it", I offered, but she continued. "You're such a beast! I get something nice and you break it, of course you do! You screw everything up!", she yelled at me so I focused on my feet. I then felt a hard hit place onto my arm, indicating she just hit me. "Jesus fucking Christ!!! Do some exercise or something, get your goddamn energy out! You never exercise, you just sit on your lazy ass all day!! Do you wanna get fat?!", she yelled. "N-no", I mumbled, tears raging to escape. "ugh just whatever, go to your room while I clean this fucking mess up, pig", she said so I walked slowly back up the carpet covered steps. I opened by door and slowly shut it again, locking it right after. I cried as I sat in front of my mirror, attempting to see what parts of me could use a little work. My own mom thinks I'm getting fat so I must be doing something wrong, right? Maybe this is it. Maybe I should just go away for good.

Present...

I woke up in a cold sweat as I strained for large breaths, grasping at the sheets that were still laid over my body. "Babylove?", Taylor mumbled once she heard me, her blonde hair slightly messy but still really adorable in my opinion. I thought since I was still laying comfortably on my side, if I didn't respond, she would think she heard nothing and I was still asleep; that was unfortunately not the case though. "Y/n, Baby, I know you're awake. What's wrong?", she croaked, her hand now resting on my side. "I um....had a bad dream, but it's all good now", I lied. "you sure? You seem pretty shaken up, turn around", She softly requested and pulled at my arm a bit. I wiped away the warm tear droplets from my cheek and prayed the dark lighting would hide my puffy eyes and nose. "I'm fine, Taylor", I lied once more, chastising my voice for being so painfully uneven. "Are you crying? Oh, baby c'mere", She sweetly said and let me nuzzle my face on the crook of her neck, tears now silently rolling down despite the frog I'm my throat trying it's best to keep them in.

"Please talk to me. Or, just cry, that's fine too baby girl", smiled and kissed my head before I pulled back.

"It was about...her",

"what was?"

"the dream."

I got quiet just thinking about it. "Look at me.", Taylor said, so I did. She held my cheek, and softly smiled, "she isn't here, and never will be ever again. You're my family now, and I'm yours. I love you with everything I've got, you're my world", she reminded me, making me feel calmer. I nodded, "Okay? Lay down, beautiful girl. I love you and I will do everything in my power so you feel that way, always. you've got so many people so much better than her, with a life so much better than hers. Remember who you are, not who you knew", she said.

So I did just that, and although my last didn't disappear, it no longer held onto me and I was fine with just that.

[sorry its so short]